Chicken noodle soup
Speaking of the Bible,
and all things pure and right,
two nuns walking down the street
have gasped in pure delight;
they haven’t gasped too loudly—
and have to act disgusted,
but underneath their uniform
their minge has near combusted.
Just around the corner,
is Dick, the strolling loner—
his head is rather mushroom shaped
and looks just like a boner;
Dick has cast a shadow
from the beam of lamppost light,
His mushroom head projection,
Is a very, phallic, sight.
The nuns look so embarrassed
and their instinct is rejection;
even though they’d gladly sin
to sit on that erection;
but these old nuns are dry down there
they sure can’t have a poke;
yet deep inside they had a wish
to dribble, gag and choke;
a #life of sexual abstinence
has really took its toll;
these rampant nuns would burn in hell
to suck upon that pole;
their eyes are glazing over
as they dream of lust and sin,
those often deadpan faces
now display a naughty grin;
their thoughts are racing quickly,
"need to see that meat for real—
maybe we can share it
if we both get down and kneel?”
Dick's just turned the corner
and the nuns show real surprise;
his head has jogged their memory—
"We are shopping for supplies";
their lust has been extinguished
as the passion starts to droop—
“We need to get some mushrooms
For that chicken noodle soup".
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